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Atlas's POV (Third Person)

The soft hum of rain on glass filtered through the open balcony doors as Atlas zipped up his duffel bag. Inside, metal clinked faintly cleats, bats, gloves. Sports gear, heavily reinforced for vampire strength. Beside him, Renée bent over to lace her sleek black boots, her ponytail swaying with every shift of her shoulders. She was dressed in charcoal leggings and a sleeveless zip-up vest that hugged her perfectly, her skin pale and gleaming in the overcast light.

He admired her form, especially her back side that was stretched in her tight leggings. Without thinking much he spanked her ass making it jiggle through the stressed fabric.

Renée yelped giving him a side eye that made him chuckle. She shook her head but the smirk present on her puffy lips said that it was her intention.

"Think Alice is serious about 'no holding back' this time?" Renée asked, rising and stretching with predatory ease, her motions attracting his hungry eyes to her smashing body.

She gave a sultry smile as Atlas eyes admired her perfect milfy S figure. "She's never not serious about a vision. it makes me wonder did we not cook without using my powers?."

"What? You don't cook." Renée gave a stupid expression that made him laugh.

"Ohh I do." He laughed

Atlas swung his bag over his shoulder and turned toward the stairs.

Just then, footsteps padded down the stairs light and unhurried, almost rhythmic.

Atlas turned toward the sound then stopped dead.

There she stood- Bella.

She wasn't wearing clothes. Well, not really.

Black boyshorts hugged her hips and a thin, dark gray sports bra wrapped around her chest, the back cut low and loose. Her skin was soft ivory under the muted light, her hair slightly tousled as if she'd just rolled out of bed. Which, judging by the smug glint in her eye, might've been true.

She paused at the bottom step, blinking innocently. "Oh. Didn't know you two were already dressed."

Atlas raised a brow. "Did you lose a bet with modesty or something?"

Bella smirked, walking straight past him toward the fridge. "It's a sports bra and shorts. It's not like you haven't seen more." She winked. " Am I right, mom?"

Renée chuckled under her breath, trying and failing to hide a grin behind her hand.

Atlas tried to keep his eyes on her face, but the sway of her hips as she strutted to grab a bottle of water was practically weaponized. His gaze dropped for a second before he schooled them.

But not before Bella noticed.

"Like what you see?" she teased.

Atlas sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "You're going to get us all arrested."

Renée leaned against the wall. "Well then we're lucky you're rich…"

Bella popped the cap off her water and took a long drink, arching her back ever so slightly. "So, what's in the bag? Baseball? Going somewhere?" Bella asked casually, leaning against the wall, deliberately arching her back.

"Yup," Atlas said. "Alice invited us to a full-family game in the woods. Thunder's rolling in, so we've got cover."

"You're playing baseball with vampires?"

He nodded. "It's more fun than it sounds."

"You want to come?" Renée asked. "We could use a cheerleader. Or an empire."

Bella's eyes lit up. "You're letting me come?"

"Well it's a full family invitation and as your mother said we could use a cheerleader." Atlas chuckled.

Bella squealed and practically launched herself at him in a hug, arms around his neck. "Thank you Atlas for taking me! I've been dying to do something fun."

"I regret it already," Atlas muttered, trying to ignore the soft press of her growing breast against his chest and the fact that her hips were now rubbing against his thigh.

After some time Bella released the hug. Atlas gave her an amused glance, eyes flicking down to her lack of clothing. "Might want to throw on a shirt first, Bells. The field's not that kind of wild."

Bella stuck out her tongue and ran back up the stairs, swaying her hips just a little extra, knowing both their gazes followed. A part of her thrilled in the attention. Another part nervous thinking if her boldness was too much.

Renée whistled. "You're doomed."

Atlas exhaled sharply, dragging a hand over his face. "She's trying to kill me."

Renée just smirked and picked up her own bag.

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